I feel trapped, <br />Behind the bars. <br />Life stands, facing at me, <br />mocking at me, <br />through the bars. <br /> <br />I tried extending my hand, <br />to catch the mirage of the beautiful life, <br />Gasping to touch the life’s colour, <br />And envy the butterfly that’s FREE to flutter, <br />Allowed to sit on any flower, <br />To taste the nectar, sans, saur…. <br />But, mah flower has drooped down, <br />Nodding to reasons when supposed to frown. <br /> <br />Once, I was a baby, <br />Growing into girl, <br />And now a YOUNG lady… <br /> <br />Bound by lively, worldly clutches, <br />Not even a permit to display the grudges! <br /> <br />' IT ' has come to mere existence, <br />Waiting, stagnant, for the good riddance…<br /><br />drishti magoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-33/
